Hillary. Fly to Reno and divorce Bill. Tonight.

You could still win the primary next week!

Seriously.

Feminists are reaping what they sowed. They turned the other way while their gal got under a powerful man to get to the top--not a particularly feminist way of, well, making it.

Sure 'nuf. Here she is, almost at the busting-through place, and now she can't! Why? She has to play nicey-nice because all the little 30 and 40 year-old spoiled media boys and girls don't like older women who yell; and then call her names and comment on her looks. (Yeah, I did too. I was wrong.) Besides, they have much more fun with people their own age--like that nice Obama boy down the street. Too bad most of them can't read. Hillary should have come out mean and got meaner. She had nothing to lose.

The problem is she's not authentic and everyone knows it. That's why women run from her when the real thing came along. Too bad. They'd have stayed probably, but with Bill, that selfish SOB, who sidelined Hillary, and couldn't even let her have this, no way, especially when he embarrassed her so badly in the campaign. Bill has literally ruined her life. What a particularly bitter experience for this woman.

Jeez. What a crock. They're each other's trophies. Sad.

Regardless, I don't like how the press has treated Senator Clinton, even if she has deserved some of it. Some. After so much toughness this far in the campaign, she deserves much, much more respect. After all, she is an individual running for president, not a woman running for president and that's what's pissing me off.

Yeah, Hillary. If you divorce Bill, I'll vote for ya. And get every woman I know to do it too. This is the only way to avoid humiliation and come out on top by yourself.

More on Prince Barack tomorrow.

Thanks for the read.